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As the Sun on the horizon, a sinister man walking past my apartment walked past. Suddenly, I heard a bang! My goosebumps fled throughout my skin. The misting night put me into agitate, and I was in disbelieve. I heard the man knocking again, this time I heard a kick on my door, and I saw the glossy moon disappear, looked at my clock, and saw that it was 6 a.m., and I was in disbelief. 'Is there really nobody?' I wondered as I slammed the door open. I spoke quickly and sarcastically, as if I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

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I did it. I did what my heart desired for the longest time. The devil has finally taken over me. I feel powerful. “She got what she deserved.” I said with a massive smirk on my face. I tried hard not to laugh but the devil inside me couldn’t contain  the happiness inside it. I cackled and cackled like a crazy person. I am one. Or at least that’s what the little saint behind me thought. “You’re insane. You’re gonna get caught by the police and then they’re gonna take you to a mental hospital.” She replied. “I think an insane asylum would be better” I suggested. “And your my best friend. I expected you to be, how do you say it…happy for me.” “Happy for you? ARE YOU CRAZY? what am I saying of course you are.” She yelled at me. “Well maybe if she didn’t do that project in the mortuary, SHE WOULD STILL BE STOMPING HER WAY TOO CLASS PERFECTLY ALIVE!” 

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I did it. I did what my heart desired for the longest time. The devil has finally taken over me. I feel powerful. “She got what she deserved.” I said with a massive smirk on my face. I tried hard not to laugh but the devil inside me couldn’t contain  the happiness inside it. I cackled and cackled like a crazy person. I am one. Or at least that’s what the little saint behind me thought. “You’re insane. You’re gonna get caught by the police and then they’re gonna take you to a mental hospital.” She replied. “I think an insane asylum would be better” I suggested. “And your my best friend. I expected you to be, how do you say it…happy for me.” “Happy for you? ARE YOU CRAZY? what am I saying of course you are.” She yelled at me. “Well maybe if she didn’t do that project in the mortuary, SHE WOULD STILL BE STOMPING HER WAY TOO CLASS PERFECTLY ALIVE!” 

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Yasmeen

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Dear Journal, We got a new neighbor. The first time I met him he was really nice and would always come to my birthday parties but then in the evening he would get a bit suspicious. He lives across the street and one time I saw a person excitedly going into the house and entering. Then at around 1:00 AM I see a man in a gray cloak carrying a large bag in his dirty hands. It doesn't look like the person who entered the house. Then the mysterious man threw the bag in another person's trash bin. Early this morning the person who owned the trash bin that the mysterious man threw the bag into got arrested.. Why? The next day I heard slicing coming from the house. The sound was like someone butchering meat. I told my parents about this but they didn't believe me. I don't know what to do.

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It was a murky, cloudy night when it was spotted, it stared at the houses with its bright yellow eyes, its dark glossy skin reflecting on the street light, wings attached to its back. Then, the unexpected happened, more of them dropped down from the sky, all with the same features as the first one, the streetlights disappeared and the only thing lighting up the roads were they're bright yellow eyes , they began a rampage tearing up the ground and even going into homes, slicing up the residents and devouring them. This was the beginning of the end.

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A cry echoed in the mist of the eerie forest. The trees swayed left and right. i'm still trying to process what just happened. The creatures howled in the distance as I ran as far as I could. I had to get out of there. The leaves crackled and the branches broke with the bright moon shining above me. My heart was racing, I stopped running and clung onto a tree. i was terrified, I felt like someone was watching me but I had to get out of there.

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*flashback*

The wind blowed and blowed across the grassland pushing the grass horizontally, and I stand there. The abandoned ferris wheel holds me, but there isn’t a chance it will stay for long. I grip the side of my seat as I move towards the side of the sun, and witnessed an orange glow – it bombarded my vision and invaded my sight in a way it almost startled me. But after blinking a few times, my eyes adjusted to the lightening. 5:55pm. Golden Hour. But it took a turn to the worst and became my melancholy hour. Going back to the time I irrelevantly pushed her off the same Ferris Wheel that embraces me right this moment, same time, same place, just 3 years ago, I wonder, why am I still a surviver instead of her? This thought was fed to me like poison which I couldn’t spit out but keep on chewing. Do I have this opportunity to join her again? I went numb. My feet weren’t touching the surface of the ferris wheel anymore.

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Another wave of icy water hit the steady cliff that David stood on, and his powerful façade faltered once again, and no matter how repeatedly he tried to convince himself otherwise, he knew that the cracks in his arrogant persona were getting bigger and bigger. He hadn't always been like this; at one point, he was the most feared man in the British Isles, and rightfully so. His phenomenal finesse with a sword and his cunning tactics maintained his reputation. However, years and years of being treated like a god took a toll on even the most virtuous of men, and David could admit that he barely had any honor when he started. Once again, he thought back to his story...

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Gothic Story Opening (Catherine Jickson) 

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Gothic Story Opening (Catherine Jickson) 

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Mr. Cartier. Mr. Cartier was surely like no other man. Never believed to be normal, never acted human and never dressed like everyone else. Mr. Cartier acted rather alien, Normal didn’t exist in his dictionary and dressed in dark and Cimmerian Style. Tall, dark and holds a staff. Handsome surely but terrified of him even more. Now most of all had a mind like no other. ambitious, determined, clever, resourceful, cunning, shrewd, and would do anything to achieve to the end. His dark twisted Games have led many to danger and death. If he doesn’t like you, then run before he makes your damn life miserable. As I said before he wasn’t like another man, He knew how to kill you, hide your body and the evidence, lie to the police, dress well to your death, cry at your funeral, and then get away with it………. HE WILL GET AWAY WITH A MURDER.

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One eerie and terrifying day a young boy comes out of his house with the crimson red color of blood all over his body and face with a knife dripping with blood all over the floor…One eerie and terrifying day a young boy comes out of his house with the crimson red color of blood all over his body and face with a knife dripping with blood all over the floor…

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Dark. Foggy. Dead. The eeriness of the street tortured my mental state, as my sanity began to decay. Step by step, inch by inch, minute by minute. The mist encompassed every side around me, as I walked, and walked, and walked, through this alley that never seemed to end. Here I was, stranded in the middle of a ghost town, not a single soul in sight, no one to help me. Not even the moon’s rays could enter. No light. Just darkness. Pitch black darkness. Zero visibility. Every step I took, I could hear a creak. An ear-piercing, foul, disturbing creak. Moments later, I felt a slight touch on my neck. Little did I know what I was in for…

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Now, I stand here on top of these enormous and ever-so-isolated mountains, still processing how I got here. And each time the cool wind brushes up on my skin, I get a tingly feeling that THEY are still all around me…and suddenly, all those voices come rushing in, filling my head with their frantic screams. The more I hear their screams: the louder it gets. The only way I’m able to bring myself back is by focusing on the faint sound of the trees rustling near me. It all started yesterday. The moment that I stepped into that insane asylum; I knew that something was wrong. I still remember, entering my room and the first thing that I saw was a girl lying dead as blood was pouring out her hands like water coming from a fountain. How the orderlies came into the room and calmly took the body…How one of them whispered into my ear, “forget this ever happened”. By the end of the day, I realized that if I didn’t leave that moment then I would forever be trapped there. I thought that if I came here and stared at the beautiful view of the fog gently covering the mountains, listened to the rocks slowly tumble down the cliff and splash into the water below, smell the aroma of the last beautiful plants left, then perhaps I would feel better. But it wasn’t working. That’s when it hit me, my eyes were closed. Then, I suddenly opened my eyes to find myself back in that lunatic asylum…Realizing that it was all just a dream and that I never really left.

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The kind of loneliness that makes my heart ache, full of anxiety and fear. I’m standing in this cliff regretting my decisions, but I can’t change the past can I? Surrounded by the long gnarled trunks of every tree and the suffocating fog with heavy wind pushing me closer to the colossal cliff, every step making me think back of what I did wrong and knowing that I can disappear this second. I looked up, appreciating the beauty of this world one more time. Everyone says mistakes happen but this mistake isn’t something small, still I didn’t mean to do it, I was out of mind mind back then but it’s not as if they knew that. If I end it here nobody will know that I’m gone, nonetheless they don’t trust me anymore, nobody does… no one can save me anymore this is the end.

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She didn’t mean to do it. The tics and tocks of her wall clock were the only sound in Phoebe Phoenix’s serene bedroom. She took one look at her cold, bony, blood-stained fingers and suddenly felt the cold air soothingly hug her back. The dark green walls were closing in on her as the realization of the vile and disgusting act she’d done hit her. There was no light in Phoebe’s room to comfort her, to remind her that there was no evil surrounding her - to tell her it wasn’t her fault even if that was a lie. With every heavy breath she took, a big bright candle went out in an instant. And when she tried to look outside, she was painfully reminded by the overgrown vines (that clung to her wall-tall windows) that she was not allowed to look out of it. The vines were trying to punish her and take away the luxury of looking at the outside world. She deserved it. But to her luck, they blocked her from viewing the damage she had caused, the damage that laid in the overgrown grass, beneath the unbreakable fog, with flowers laced between its fingers. You may think she’s crazy. But once you hear this story, you’ll swallow your words.

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It was  a very unlighted night we’re the fog covered the street it was a terrifying night there was no sound all I  could hear is the ticking of the clock .all  you can see is hunted house were  I don’t know if i am  dreaming or not .  i kept asking my  self am I awake is this real

Or it just a dream . All I could hear is my heartbeats was as fast as a cheetah   . my hands were  shaking. I couldn’t

Narrate what I saw . It was unbelievable night .  But I couldn’t stop thinking of  what I saw

I don’t know of what I saw was a human or what it was . This is the end of the beginning

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In the dull and suspicious forest a man stood staring at the trees engulfing the deep fog. The freezing, cold wave of wind covered all around him.  There was a blanket of mist floating in the sky. He could hear the tumbling sound of stones rolling down the hillside. Trembling with anxiety, he shut his eyes and started to take long deep breaths. The thick dark clouds came on top of him and started pouring heavily. As it became colder, the rain then, turned into soft snow flakes .He could feel the icy cold soft snow flakes dropping on his face. The snow dropped as it was tiny pieces of cotton. His feet could feel the hard snow. There was long silence around the environment. The man was now struggling to find his way back home , he  has lost all the clues of going back home on the deep white carpet of snow.

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It was the 27th  of October at around 9:15 PM. A house was finished building in the middle of a ominous forest. Surrounded by gloomy trees with the smell of ash lingering in the air. With the wind whistling through the leaves and the moon concealed with thick clouds denying a  single glimmer of light to go through. This was the worst conditions for a child to be lost in. But there was a child lost in the forest  and his name was Thomas. He had run away form home after seeing a silhouette eat his parents alive and he knew that he was next. He had been running for minutes and stumbled into a log house, he ran in and slammed the door  behind him. As he looked around the house he saw a lit fire and some biscuits. As he walked toward the fire, a floor board creaked behind him and he saw a red eye staring at him…

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Fear and anxiety running through my veins, as I’m standing infront of a colossal cliff I cant feel anything, emotionally or physically. Im numb, suddenly I feel a strong breeze push me further along the cliff. I froze. people say that when you’re in major shock, you freeze, you cant move and I never believed it until this very moment. I heard someone, or something for this matter tell me to move away. I stood there for about half an hour just thinking to myself “what happened and how did I end up here?” the cold breeze pushed me further along the cliff, I finally got out of my shock and ran back to the old, rusty little house I woke up in earlier and tried to find some clues as to where I was but there was nothing, nothing except ..

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Standing on top of a mountain, looking around at all the beauty knowing I don't deserve to be here, I don't deserve being surrounded by all this greatness. I ran away, but I ran away for a good reason, I left them behind, I know I shouldn't have but I did anyway. It was pitch black and I heard a blood-curdling scream, what did they expect me to do, wait for them? I wouldn’t have and they know that. Are they alive? Should I go find them? I wonder whose scream that was? Maybe I should go looking for answers. I was scared and we were in an abandoned church. I think I saw what we were looking for but something or someone came at me before I could look…. What did come for me? Was it trying to hurt me? Was it trying to kill me? I don't know. Maybe I should go back. I wonder how they will react to me being back.

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It was a gloomy night when I found the body, I couldn’t believe what I saw, it stank in here ,then suddenly I heard a sound…I think it’s the police, I hid hoping no one would see me, I was afraid they would think I did it, they came, not just the police but the f.b.i also came I wanted to run away because I knew they would find me, then…someone pulled me. I woke up and found myself in the police station, they took me for questions, I tried explaining but they didn’t believe me, no one believed me, “15 years in prison for murdering” the police man said I screamed and told them that it wasn’t me, they thought I was crazy. They dumped me in the jail it was so dark...creepy, gloomy and it stank in here…an hour went by a security came and unlocked the door and he handcuffed me, he took me to the cafeteria and the food looked gross, then the doors opened it was my moment to run away, it didn’t work they caught me and handcuffed me my life is ruined there is no escape, I really hope I find a way out, I can’t stay here.

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It was a gloomy night when I found the body, I couldn’t believe what I saw, it stank in here ,then suddenly I heard a sound…I think it’s the police, I hid hoping no one would see me, I was afraid they would think I did it, they came, not just the police but the f.b.i also came I wanted to run away because I knew they would find me, then…someone pulled me. I woke up and found myself in the police station, they took me for questions, I tried explaining but they didn’t believe me, no one believed me, “15 years in prison for murdering” the police man said I screamed and told them that it wasn’t me, they thought I was crazy. They dumped me in the jail it was so dark...creepy, gloomy and it stank in here…an hour went by a security came and unlocked the door and he handcuffed me, he took me to the cafeteria and the food looked gross, then the doors opened it was my moment to run away, it didn’t work they caught me and handcuffed me my life is ruined there is no escape, I really hope I find a way out, I can’t stay here.

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I open my eyes not remembering what happened.i have found myself in this dark thick long forest . engulfing all the light . I check to see my hands and i found that I have a  big black camping bag and some tools with very weird instructions written on them. which I have no clue on what to d.what are these stuff why am I here where am I ? which way is home? Where do I go ? I walk ahead thinking and hoping everything will be alright. The wind rustling through the ginormous trees; stretching their long narrow branches to grab hold of me.The mist surrounding the entire forest thick enough to choke and kill me.while pushing through the thorns and branchs I see this small hut on the edge of this cliff standing and playing this very creepy noises which i absolutely hate. I walked in the huts direction not knowing where else to go for the night not having any shelter . I go ahead. the air changes its quite… I can’t hear nor see anything… where’s the hut? Where am I ? I get this shiver down my spine I look behind …… silence overpowers.

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It was on a dreary October night that I had found myself tangled in a misty forest. Lengthy branches that seemed like arms, rustling or rather, cackling leaves, and the mysterious howls of creatures, and a blinding fog were the only things that surrounded me. I saw the full yellow moon above me, in the cloudy, starless sky. The fog got thicker, and soon I was unable to see my own feet. As I wandered, hopelessly, clutching onto trees for support, an animal howled in the distance, and I froze. If I was to get out of here, (if it was possible as now the fog had gotten too dense for me to find a route) I’d prefer to be alive. I walked on, stopping to check for anything suspicious, though, there wasn’t anything to look for. Looking up at the sky, I made a quick prayer that I’d find a way out. Suddenly, without warning, I heard the loud noise of a twig snapping. My heart began to race, I had an ominous feeling… someone was following me.

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Story Opening:

I left. I had to. I just couldn’t take it anymore; trust me I was forced to. As you see, my family wasn’t the best at being a typical family that you might have! I had a small brother, one that I really cared about, one that I couldn’t just look at suffering, so I had to do it. You see, my father was an alcoholic and my mother was not the most loving mother. So, if my father would thrash us, my mother would just glare at us like nothing was happening. That’s why I couldn’t take it anymore. That’s why I did what I did then left. I am sorry mother, I am sorry father, I am sorry brother…